Post by John Blade on Dec 8, 2021 1:16:26 GMT -5
[The scene opens in a local bar in Los Angeles, California. Staple Center fills the dim room and music from the jukebox bounces off the walls as some people are dancing and some are just
hanging out at the bar watching TV, talking to friends or just chilling' and getting totally
drunk! And then the door opens and everyone turns and for a second it's like the whole time
pauses and everyone stares at the door as they pretty much can't see a thing because they
are being blinded by all da bling bling on John Blade! He walks in, in slow motion mind
you... With his limp walk, his baggy jeans and shirt on, and hat. Same thing he wore earlier
He walked all the way here from the Arena, and is looking to take a load off of the busy and
hectic Proving Ground schedule and his problems with Casanova English. He walks up to a
fine looking lady as the crowd starts back up in regular speed and sits beside her on the stool]
Big~Match John~ Blade: Yo baby what's happening'? You looking damn good!
{{{Smack}}}
She slaps him right across the face and stands up. She lets out a 'Humph!' and walks off
with her black purse in arms. John holds his right cheek with his right hand in pain and
looks at it to see if he is bleeding. He looks around and people are chuckling and talking in
low voices and Blade starts to get paranoid and stands up.
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Y'all can stop talking about me behind my back and she wasn't even that pretty any da*m way and she wasn't even my type of woman no freaking way.
John rubs his cheek again and then sits back down in his chair. The bartender walks up.
Bartender: Can I get you anything Sir? probably an Ice Pack?
John looks back at him with an angry look on his face, He did not like that comment!
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Now you listen here tubby a*s, I don't need no damn Ice pack okay and I sure as hell don't want no damn beer either cause I do not drink no beer at all but you can just give me a freaking Diet Pepsi!
The bartender fills a glass with ice and then Pepsi and hands it to John.
The Bartender: Sir That'll be $1.65
John hands him the Money.
Big~ Match John~ Blade: and Don't expect a tip either!
Bartender: At least I didn't get beaten up by a woman sir. What are u going to do Friday in
your match with Casanova English if you can't even defend yourself against a hooch like that?
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Yo, you're kidding' me right? Hell its not like I'm gonna hit a
female hell! And Casanova English has nothing to do with this. Are you going to the show or
something?
Bartender: most diffidently I am And i hope Casanova English beats your ass and retain his title of his!
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Hey everyone knows that ain't gonna happen, no matter how
hard you try and hope and wish that it will what is with you people? Some of
you like me and some of you don't while the same for Casanova English Its like one second
you are cheering me and booing him then the next you are doing the exact opposite. I can
tell you one thing that it won't change is that me being the Warrior rising Champion. So no
matter if you are cheering or booing him there won't by any extra confusion to be added
because I'll be your new Warrior rising Champ! And hey everyone knows that titles don't
change hands at Proving ground shows, common!
when was the last time you saw me wrestle in a ring after I got my ass handled by Casanova English when he distracted me from Clash of the cup on Project honor.
Bartender: you got a point there.
Big~ Match John~ Blade: of course I do, I am the next Champ I know what's going' down!
Bartender: So you're saying that this match has already been predetermined with you as the
winner?
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Yeah sure why the heck not!
Bartender: Either way I sure as hell hope he injures your ass with that Steel Cage somehow.
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Yeah you would hope that wouldn't you? you know I'm
thinking that if I'm ever in Los Angeles, California again I will not come here another time
And I'll tell all my friends how much of a jack ass he really is! You remind me of Casanova English honestly, always trying to tell people what to do and telling his thoughts on this
and that sh*t that don't really matter to anyone! Just like you, Casanova English is worthless!
He is a washed up has been
who is a current Warrior Rising Champion and nothing more!
Bartender: He is the only Warrior rising Champion--
John mocks him..
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Meh, ''he is the only Warrior rising Champion' (end mocks) Shut
up! The only reason he is the only Warrior rising Champion' is cause I wasn't here Sure I may
sound cocky but who gives a da*m Casanova English will get beat as his own game this Friday at The Proving Ground show fool!
John gets up form his seat with his drink in hand, He walks over to the pool table where
a few guys are playing a round of pool. He watches on as
a guy in red makes a perfect shot that wins the game. John starts to clap very loud and they
all turn their attention to him.
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Very impressive! You see Bartender dude, that's the stuff I'm
talking about. This guy is great at pool because he has probably been practicing all his life
or at least mos of it and well I have been working out every single day for my whole life, I
don't drink and I don't do drugs. I am in the best shape I have ever been in and that is why
I will defeat Casanova English this Friday at Proving Ground show!
A lot of people start to cheer and applaud.
John Blade: In fact let me bust out a little rhyme for all you since Most of you have been a
blast to be around!
John looks over at the blue bimbo who slapped him earlier and then the bartender with a
sarcastic look on his face. He climbs up onto of the pool table and request the Microphone
form the karaoke machine which he is handed by a young lady. John busts a move!
John Blade: Hey yo, its great to be here!
For Casanova English I am one to fear!
The smell of fear is all around him,
just like the smell of queer is all around them!
But enough of that, lets move on.
Let's talk about why Casanova English is so wrong!
get a clue Casanova, you ain't what you used to be.
You used to be the Modern Messiah, now you just ATARRI!
You're all washed up, yesterday's news.
Four times is a lot but that's gone dude.
Face it, I'm your replacement!
Taking' a sh*t then rubbing' yo face in it!
but don't take my word for it,
Just show up this Friday.
Whatever you say or do won't matter a bit,
Cause I'll still do things my way!
Booya!
And when I do things my way I always come out on top and Casanova English will damn well
find out that fact on Friday!
Everyone begins to cheer and applaud once more as Blade takes a bow and hops down from
the pool table. He tugs at his shirt to fix it in place and then picks up his drink which was on
the table. He takes a drink and a woman walks up.
Woman: Hey John! Long time no see babe!
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Yo, LeeAnn right?
LeeAnn: Yeah boy what you been up to? still wrestling?
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Yeah I am, I'm fighting inside of a Steel Cage baby! Haha! Its
great.
LeeAnn: Ah that's right and you face Casanova English Friday. Think you can get me some tickets to the show?
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Sure I'll see what I can do for ya girl. So what brings you to
California?
LeeAnn: I'm in town with my girlfriend in her concert which it was actually just cancelled on me and I got an extra ticket. Wanna come? Its this Sunday.
Big~ Match John~ Blade: I don't think that will be a problem. is it a hot concert?
LeeAnn: Trust me babe you will love it! but hey listen I gotta go here is my phone number if you need to get a hold of me how can I get a hold of you?
LeeAnn writes his number on a piece of paper and hands it to John. John writes down his
cell number for his friend.
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Right there girl. Nice talking' to ya ... Peace!
LeeAnn: Later babe.
LeeAnne walks off as Blade takes one last sip of his drink to finish it off. He goes into the crowd to find some more action and hopefully get lucky! The scene fades to black.
hanging out at the bar watching TV, talking to friends or just chilling' and getting totally
drunk! And then the door opens and everyone turns and for a second it's like the whole time
pauses and everyone stares at the door as they pretty much can't see a thing because they
are being blinded by all da bling bling on John Blade! He walks in, in slow motion mind
you... With his limp walk, his baggy jeans and shirt on, and hat. Same thing he wore earlier
He walked all the way here from the Arena, and is looking to take a load off of the busy and
hectic Proving Ground schedule and his problems with Casanova English. He walks up to a
fine looking lady as the crowd starts back up in regular speed and sits beside her on the stool]
Big~Match John~ Blade: Yo baby what's happening'? You looking damn good!
{{{Smack}}}
She slaps him right across the face and stands up. She lets out a 'Humph!' and walks off
with her black purse in arms. John holds his right cheek with his right hand in pain and
looks at it to see if he is bleeding. He looks around and people are chuckling and talking in
low voices and Blade starts to get paranoid and stands up.
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Y'all can stop talking about me behind my back and she wasn't even that pretty any da*m way and she wasn't even my type of woman no freaking way.
John rubs his cheek again and then sits back down in his chair. The bartender walks up.
Bartender: Can I get you anything Sir? probably an Ice Pack?
John looks back at him with an angry look on his face, He did not like that comment!
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Now you listen here tubby a*s, I don't need no damn Ice pack okay and I sure as hell don't want no damn beer either cause I do not drink no beer at all but you can just give me a freaking Diet Pepsi!
The bartender fills a glass with ice and then Pepsi and hands it to John.
The Bartender: Sir That'll be $1.65
John hands him the Money.
Big~ Match John~ Blade: and Don't expect a tip either!
Bartender: At least I didn't get beaten up by a woman sir. What are u going to do Friday in
your match with Casanova English if you can't even defend yourself against a hooch like that?
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Yo, you're kidding' me right? Hell its not like I'm gonna hit a
female hell! And Casanova English has nothing to do with this. Are you going to the show or
something?
Bartender: most diffidently I am And i hope Casanova English beats your ass and retain his title of his!
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Hey everyone knows that ain't gonna happen, no matter how
hard you try and hope and wish that it will what is with you people? Some of
you like me and some of you don't while the same for Casanova English Its like one second
you are cheering me and booing him then the next you are doing the exact opposite. I can
tell you one thing that it won't change is that me being the Warrior rising Champion. So no
matter if you are cheering or booing him there won't by any extra confusion to be added
because I'll be your new Warrior rising Champ! And hey everyone knows that titles don't
change hands at Proving ground shows, common!
when was the last time you saw me wrestle in a ring after I got my ass handled by Casanova English when he distracted me from Clash of the cup on Project honor.
Bartender: you got a point there.
Big~ Match John~ Blade: of course I do, I am the next Champ I know what's going' down!
Bartender: So you're saying that this match has already been predetermined with you as the
winner?
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Yeah sure why the heck not!
Bartender: Either way I sure as hell hope he injures your ass with that Steel Cage somehow.
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Yeah you would hope that wouldn't you? you know I'm
thinking that if I'm ever in Los Angeles, California again I will not come here another time
And I'll tell all my friends how much of a jack ass he really is! You remind me of Casanova English honestly, always trying to tell people what to do and telling his thoughts on this
and that sh*t that don't really matter to anyone! Just like you, Casanova English is worthless!
He is a washed up has been
who is a current Warrior Rising Champion and nothing more!
Bartender: He is the only Warrior rising Champion--
John mocks him..
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Meh, ''he is the only Warrior rising Champion' (end mocks) Shut
up! The only reason he is the only Warrior rising Champion' is cause I wasn't here Sure I may
sound cocky but who gives a da*m Casanova English will get beat as his own game this Friday at The Proving Ground show fool!
John gets up form his seat with his drink in hand, He walks over to the pool table where
a few guys are playing a round of pool. He watches on as
a guy in red makes a perfect shot that wins the game. John starts to clap very loud and they
all turn their attention to him.
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Very impressive! You see Bartender dude, that's the stuff I'm
talking about. This guy is great at pool because he has probably been practicing all his life
or at least mos of it and well I have been working out every single day for my whole life, I
don't drink and I don't do drugs. I am in the best shape I have ever been in and that is why
I will defeat Casanova English this Friday at Proving Ground show!
A lot of people start to cheer and applaud.
John Blade: In fact let me bust out a little rhyme for all you since Most of you have been a
blast to be around!
John looks over at the blue bimbo who slapped him earlier and then the bartender with a
sarcastic look on his face. He climbs up onto of the pool table and request the Microphone
form the karaoke machine which he is handed by a young lady. John busts a move!
John Blade: Hey yo, its great to be here!
For Casanova English I am one to fear!
The smell of fear is all around him,
just like the smell of queer is all around them!
But enough of that, lets move on.
Let's talk about why Casanova English is so wrong!
get a clue Casanova, you ain't what you used to be.
You used to be the Modern Messiah, now you just ATARRI!
You're all washed up, yesterday's news.
Four times is a lot but that's gone dude.
Face it, I'm your replacement!
Taking' a sh*t then rubbing' yo face in it!
but don't take my word for it,
Just show up this Friday.
Whatever you say or do won't matter a bit,
Cause I'll still do things my way!
Booya!
And when I do things my way I always come out on top and Casanova English will damn well
find out that fact on Friday!
Everyone begins to cheer and applaud once more as Blade takes a bow and hops down from
the pool table. He tugs at his shirt to fix it in place and then picks up his drink which was on
the table. He takes a drink and a woman walks up.
Woman: Hey John! Long time no see babe!
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Yo, LeeAnn right?
LeeAnn: Yeah boy what you been up to? still wrestling?
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Yeah I am, I'm fighting inside of a Steel Cage baby! Haha! Its
great.
LeeAnn: Ah that's right and you face Casanova English Friday. Think you can get me some tickets to the show?
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Sure I'll see what I can do for ya girl. So what brings you to
California?
LeeAnn: I'm in town with my girlfriend in her concert which it was actually just cancelled on me and I got an extra ticket. Wanna come? Its this Sunday.
Big~ Match John~ Blade: I don't think that will be a problem. is it a hot concert?
LeeAnn: Trust me babe you will love it! but hey listen I gotta go here is my phone number if you need to get a hold of me how can I get a hold of you?
LeeAnn writes his number on a piece of paper and hands it to John. John writes down his
cell number for his friend.
Big~ Match John~ Blade: Right there girl. Nice talking' to ya ... Peace!
LeeAnn: Later babe.
LeeAnne walks off as Blade takes one last sip of his drink to finish it off. He goes into the crowd to find some more action and hopefully get lucky! The scene fades to black.